Thursday, August 21, 2008

Twelve inch rule

As I mentioned earlier in the week, there's a good chance we'll be relocating, perhaps even to Dug's and Rick's neighborhood. In fact, with the way the job search is going so far, we'll either be relocating or starving to death, as there are very few jobs in Boise right now. Word is the local job market is only going to get more competitive, as my former employer is slated to announce another round of significant layoffs on Monday. Many folks are bracing themselves for the impending bloodbath. In the bizarre way that Wall Street operates, such news is welcomed and cause for the stock to rally.

Meanwhile, my daily routine has actually become fairly predictable. I spend the morning scouring the web for job opportunities. Then I apply to those where I think I've got a legitimate shot, after which I go through my contacts to figure out whether someone in my network has a connection with the company and reach out to anyone I find who might be able to help. Usually around lunch time I go out for a ride. Then I come home and follow up on my leads.

During today's search, I came across an opening that looked to be a good fit. So I looked up the company on the web to read more about them. I found that what they do is an even better fit than I realized. Then I went to the "careers" section of their sight, and featured prominently in the left sidebar was a photo of a skier with the title "12 inch rule." If you're a skier, you're probably giddy already, because you know what this means. Yep, anytime the local mountains have 12 inches or more of fresh (which is not exactly a rare occurrence in the Wasatch), everyone is free to go skiing instead of coming in to work. I'm still pinching myself dreaming about the possibility.

I'm sure you could find it for yourself, but there is no way in the world I am posting the company name just on the outside possibility that someone reading this could pip the job from me. Not that it's mine to begin with, but one can hope.

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